Chapter 63

Fuck. This. Shit.

Three days later, Maren Di Ravelli stormed out of her office in her pink boss pant suit, her hair packed in a low ponytail.

Her green eyes were filled with determination, and her hair seemed to have gotten the cue of her mood and bounced as she walked.

The eager younger man who had been assigned as her assistant rose to his feet immediately, adjusting his glasses as he parted his